Quotes About Connection

Por vezes Mary falava e Fara escutava uma efusão de gaélico que não compreendia; por vezes era Fara que falava a Língua para uma Mary completamente em branco. Curiosamente, as palavras não eram importantes. O que importava era a representação das emoções nas expressões do rosto, a expressividade das mãos, o que a voz transmitia, segredos que os olhos contavam

The study of medicine was, in its own way, something to love in place of a missing family.

La capacidad de un hombre y una mujer para seguir formando pareja cuando están separados tiene un límite.

Everyone is from someplace. We all have stories, our lives unfolding along crooked lines, colliding in unexpected ways.

Someone had told her once that mothers existed to blunt the existential loneliness of being a person. If that was true then her biggest maternal responsibility was simply companionship. You bring a child into this fractious, chaotic world out of the heat of your womb, and then spend the next ten years walking beside them while they figure out how to be a person.

Staring up at me, hearing my tired voice, he reached out his tiny hand. He knew me, even though he had never seen me before. And I knew him. He was the love I'd been trying to express my whole life.

We are all equal in the face of nature.

She liked his eyes, the way they crinkled when he smiled.

You have kids and you think I made you, so we're the same, but it's not true. You just get to live with them for a while and maybe help them figure things out.

You need hope to form a thought. It takes—I don't know—optimism to speak, to engage in conversation. Because, really, what's the point of all this communicating? What difference does it really make what we say to each other?

Self-determination theory,' he intones casually, as if the moderator had never spoken, 'states that human beings need three basic things in order to feel content. Number one, they need to feel competent at what they do. Number two, they need to feel authentic in their lives, and number three, they need to feel connected to others. Is there anyone here who feels they can check all three of those boxes?

It takes—I don't know—optimism to speak, to engage in conversation. Because, really, what's the point of all this communicating? What difference does it really make what we say to each other? Or what we do, for that matter?" "There's a name for that," she says. "It's called depression.

Self-determination theory," he intones calmly, as if the moderator had never spoken, "states that human beings need three basic things in order to feel content. Number one, they need to feel competent at what they do. Number two, they need to feel authentic in their lives, and number three, they need to feel connected to others.

She felt like a ghost lying under him, watching him work, as if he were making love to her shadow..

God is unhappy. You should know that. He created us to love each other, to be the miracle, not to swipe right.

Just because two things happen in sequence, doesn't mean there's a casual relationship

Jack Canfield taught me two of the most brilliant questions I've ever seen in human relations. 'On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate our relationship? What can I do to make it a 10?

You share a birthday with at least nine million other people in the world.

There's an old saying in the music business: We want the girls in the audience to want to be with the boys in the band, and we want the guys in the audience to wish they were in the band.

Why had a gold hoop earring, one of a pair, tuned up on the kitchen floor when she was

Yet part of her life seemed gone, a voice of love from the other end of a telephone was missing.

You need to know how to respond to the sound of God; that's a healthy thing. And, conversely, God has to respond to your cry for help. This is the law of spiritual gravity. What goes up will certainly come down! You are not alone in your battles. There is a supernatural force that is available to you as you seek to reach your destiny.

It's not God I want, it's someone in skin!" a child once cried out to his mother. With an almost unbearable honesty, he expressed the extravagant—and even sacrilegious—nature of parent-child love. "Thou shalt have no other gods before me," God boomed in the desert. But parents and children do have a way of filling the universe with each other.

We were each other's armor. And in that moment, we each became the other's lance, sword, and shield.